Challenge 57: Completion
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kh_drabbleChallenge: [57] Completion
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saint_twisted
Title: Complete
Word Count: 320
(anything else): It's angsty, it's dark, I love it when inspiration. spoiler warning just in case someone decides to spout spoilers. D:
Complete. The world was saved and finally, everyone could rest. With eyes full of sand and limbs made of lead the Keyblade Master stumbled forward, tripping over brambles, thorns digging into exposed flesh. The keyblade, a savior of many worlds was being dragged by its keychain, the weight of the weapon too heavy for Sora to carry as boot clad feet staggered through the dusty earth. There was blood flowing from the lacerations on his arms and legs but the boy didn’t seem to care at that point. Beyond exhaustion there was only a state of numbness in heart, mind and body.
“Sora!” a voice called, one he recognized but couldn’t put a name to the voice. Half lidded eyes grazed the horizon before him, the sight of a house falling before. A person was running towards him, male or female, Sora couldn’t distinguish. Everything was foggy, indistinct as still the tired body moved forward, begging for some type of rest.
“Sora!” the voice called again, refusing to let him rest.
Finally, the boy looked up, seeing a figure clad in black and nothing more approached him.
“Sora, are you okay?” the boy asked again, concerned.
A voice that sounded so much like his own, was he going mad? The similarities were uncanny; it was like Sora was listening to himself, but he couldn’t have been. He was too out of it to speak as his feet and legs finally gave out from under him. He’d been walking for what felt like days when in fact it had only been mere hours.
The cloaked figure followed him, supporting him as his strength finally started to leave him.
“Sora, talk to me!” the voice shouted defiantly.
And finally, like the completion of a puzzle, the last piece came together. Sora smiled as he leaned against the other, eyes closing, body stilling, breath slowing into much needed sleep.
“Riku… I found you…”
Author:
saint_twistedTitle: Complete
Word Count: 320
(anything else): It's angsty, it's dark, I love it when inspiration. spoiler warning just in case someone decides to spout spoilers. D:
Complete. The world was saved and finally, everyone could rest. With eyes full of sand and limbs made of lead the Keyblade Master stumbled forward, tripping over brambles, thorns digging into exposed flesh. The keyblade, a savior of many worlds was being dragged by its keychain, the weight of the weapon too heavy for Sora to carry as boot clad feet staggered through the dusty earth. There was blood flowing from the lacerations on his arms and legs but the boy didn’t seem to care at that point. Beyond exhaustion there was only a state of numbness in heart, mind and body.
“Sora!” a voice called, one he recognized but couldn’t put a name to the voice. Half lidded eyes grazed the horizon before him, the sight of a house falling before. A person was running towards him, male or female, Sora couldn’t distinguish. Everything was foggy, indistinct as still the tired body moved forward, begging for some type of rest.
“Sora!” the voice called again, refusing to let him rest.
Finally, the boy looked up, seeing a figure clad in black and nothing more approached him.
“Sora, are you okay?” the boy asked again, concerned.
A voice that sounded so much like his own, was he going mad? The similarities were uncanny; it was like Sora was listening to himself, but he couldn’t have been. He was too out of it to speak as his feet and legs finally gave out from under him. He’d been walking for what felt like days when in fact it had only been mere hours.
The cloaked figure followed him, supporting him as his strength finally started to leave him.
“Sora, talk to me!” the voice shouted defiantly.
And finally, like the completion of a puzzle, the last piece came together. Sora smiled as he leaned against the other, eyes closing, body stilling, breath slowing into much needed sleep.
“Riku… I found you…”
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